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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry drew a deep breath, then, “You said Vo-the Dark Lord doesn’t kill.” He said, before adding, “He killed James and my Mum, didn’t he?”

Severus sighed. Of course that would be the first question. “He doesn’t kill normally.” He corrected himself. “But this time, it concerned a prophecy. He will kill if the alternative is ending up dead himself. There are always exceptions to the rule. If you will, the exceptions that prove the rule.”

Harry frowned. “So he killed them to prove he didn’t kill magical folk? That makes no sense.” He said.

“He killed them because he felt he needed to make a clean job of it. They could have always conceived another child that would have fulfilled the prophecy. He did try to let your Mother live, because I requested he do so. He asked her to step aside three separate times before he killed her.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I hear him killing them when dementors are near.”

Severus’ interest sharpened at those words.

“He never asks her to step aside, just kills her.” Harry told the man.

“Hold that memory in your mind. I’m going to take a look, because I saw what happened that night, and that is not how it went.” Severus said, drawing his wand.

Harry held onto the memory of her begging and the subsequent cry of Avada Kedavra.

Severus growled as he listened. “Do you ever wonder why you only get sound, and not visual on this?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I just assumed because I was a baby—”

“You should still see her back and the Dark Lord around it. This memory has been tampered with. I will fix it.” Severus said, his voice coming from in front of Harry as well as within his mind. There was a rummaging, a sharp pain, and a feeling like a cork popping out of a bottle, then he heard, “Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I’ll do anything —”

“Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”

He could see Lily Potter, wand outstretched before her, trembling in fear as she faced down a handsome, but aging, man. With red eyes.

Tom Riddle.

Harry watched as he asked her one last time to stand down, and she shook her head frantically.

Then, he sighed in defeat, and killed her, looking pained.

Why would he look so upset over it? Unless Severus was telling the truth, and he tried to let magical people live whenever possible.

He’d tried to let Lily live.

Harry’s face crumpled and he cried.

Severus cursed and got up, rounding the table to take the teen into his arms. “Shh, it’s all right. I know, it’s a shock. Let it out.”

Harry cried for a few minutes, then pulled himself together. “I’m fine. It’s just—She could have lived.”

Severus nodded. “Yes. I understand, it’s hard. But that is life, sometimes. You have to take the bitter pain with the great triumphs.” He said wisely.

Harry took a shuddering breath. “Alright, so he tries not to kill. What about Muggleborns?” He asked.

Severus frowned. “What about them?” He asked.

“Dumbledore told me he hates them. Wants to cull them all.” Harry said.

“No.” Severus said slowly. “He wants to teach them our ways, and make sure they follow them, but he doesn’t want them dead. Are those the lies Dumbledore’s feeding people? No wonder people are afraid to join the Dark Lord, he makes him sound like a madman!” Severus said.

Harry laughed. “I thought so, too. It’s why I sided with Dumbledore.”

Severus sighed, burying his face in his hands. “How about you just forget everything you’ve heard and make your own decisions with what you know?” He asked.

Harry laughed again. “You’ll answer questions as they come up?”

“Of course.” Severus said.

“Sounds good to me. So far, I’m liking the Dark more. They don’t have a history of lying to me.” Harry said firmly.

Severus nodded. “And they won’t, they want you informed. It serves no purpose to lie but to make others angry later. And an angry wizard can be a dangerous thing.”

“I’m siding with the Dark, for now. I may change my mind later.” Harry said.

“That’s fine, I won’t hold you to your choice if you can give me the reason you’re changing your mind. I will listen. However, now that you have decided… I support the Dark faction.” Severus said.

Harry nodded. “I thought so.”

“And there is something I wanted to ask of you. It may help you get through this tournament unharmed.” Severus said.

Harry frowned. “What?”

“I need a vial of your blood.” Severus said, pulling out a vial.

Harry stared at it. “Blood.” He said flatly. “For what?”

Severus pressed his lips together, then told him, “The Dark Lord needs it. To return.”

“Oh.” Harry eyed the vial. “And we want that, do we?”

Severus smiled a little. “We do.” He said in amusement.

“Oh, fine. I’ll even agree to meet him, to talk, but I’m not joining him just yet.” Harry said, holding his arm out to Severus.

Severus carefully made a cut and started filling the vial. “The Dark Lord does not induct anyone underage. So don’t worry, you have a few years yet before he would even consider Marking you. But he will be interested in talking, I’m sure.”

Harry watched the blood filling the vial. “How do you know he needs the blood?”

Severus grunted. “There’s a Death Eater in Hogwarts this year.” He answered. “I can’t tell you who.” He said shortly.

“I figure I already know.” Harry said. “Moody?” He guessed.

“Sort of. That's all I'll say. For now.” Severus said.

“I guess that’s fine. Why does he want my blood?” Harry asked.

“Blood of the enemy. He probably wants to use it forcibly taken, but there is another ritual he can use. It requires blood of the ally, willingly given, and I will tell our Death Eater to use that one, instead. It will, after all, get better results than the one he was planning to use.” Severus said.

“Oh! Another thing!” Harry said, remembering the task.

Severus looked at him curiously. “Yes?” He asked, capping the vial and slipping it into his pocket before healing the cut.

“I could understand the dragon, partially. Is dragon-speak like parseltongue?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “No. But the Prince line has a rare creature in our line. You may end up becoming a dracken, when you are older.” He said, sounding slightly awed. “It’s rare, and requires great reserves of magic to activate the latent gene.” He smiled widely. “The Dark Lord will be overjoyed to have the chance at a dracken for an ally.”

Harry snorted. “Oh, wonderful.” He drawled. “When will that happen, then?” He asked.

Severus hummed and shook his head. “It’s hard to say. Most creature inheritances activate at seventeen, and this one is no different, but drackens do sometimes inherit early, if they need the power boost. So, really, it could be any time.”

“Great.” Harry groaned, laying his head on the desk. “So basically it could happen at any time between now and three years from now—”

“It will hit on your birthday. You will be with me, so don’t worry.” Severus said.

Harry smiled. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll be fine.” He said happily, thinking of a Dursley-free summer. And rest of his life.

“Yes, you will be. You should probably get to your common room. Curfew is in half an hour.” Severus informed him.

Harry’s eyes widened and he stood. “Okay, see you Monday!” He said.

Severus smiled. “I will see you then. If you need more dreamless sleep, you may come to see me.” He offered.

Harry smiled. “Thanks! I’ll be by if I have trouble!” He said, then left in a hurry. He jogged all the way back to Gryffindor Tower and rushed in, gathering Ron, Hermione and Neville. “I just got permission to tell you all something, but Ron, you need a secrecy charm on you or I can’t tell you.” He said, once they were alone in the boy’s dorm.

Ron scowled. “Why only me?” He asked.

Harry bit his lip. “Because it’s a secret, and I don’t know that you’re going to react well. You probably won’t, and I can’t have it getting out. You’re the type to run off at the mouth if you don’t like something. Please, I want you to know, but it can only be this way. Either I use the spell, or I can’t tell you. It’s not only my secret to tell.” He added.

Ron huffed. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and glared as Harry cast the spell on him. “There. Happy?”

Harry smiled. “Mostly. Alright, it’s about the article that came out when I got the different crests on my genealogy test. I know who my father is. My real father.” He added.

All three teens smiled back at him.

“Harry, that’s great!” Hermione said excitedly. “So is he still alive?”

Harry laughed. “Oh, very much so.” He said. “In fact, you all know him.”

Neville hummed. “Snape.” He said softly.

Harry looked at him in shock. “How did you know?”

Ron’s face darkened. “What?! No, you can’t be his son!” He shouted.

“And why not?” Harry asked.

“Because! He’s vile! Harry, you hate him!” Ron shouted some more.

Harry sighed. “And this is why the secrecy spell. At least you can’t tell everyone.” He said in resignation.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” Ron spat, and left the room.

Harry sighed and looked at Hermione. “Going with him?” He asked.

Hermione pressed her lips together and shook her head. “No, Harry, I’m not. He’s being unreasonable.”

Harry smiled. “I’m glad, because I had more to tell you, and I’m probably not going to take him back as my friend after this. I don’t need fair-weather friends.” He added. “Now, he’s been giving me Occlumency lessons, and he helped me deal with some things... I don’t want to talk about. But the main point is, he’s not letting me go back to the Dursleys!” He cheered.

Hermione lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Harry, that’s wonderful news! You’re finally free!” She said happily.

Neville smiled. “That really is great. Will you be happy with him instead?” He asked as Hermione drew back.

Harry nodded. “You know, I really think I will.” He said.

“Well, I’m happy for you! Are you going to go to his house for Christmas?” Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know. He hasn’t asked yet, and I don’t think I’m going to bring it up. But it is nice getting to know him. And having a dad to go to finally.” He said.

Neville smiled sadly. “Wish I had that.” He said softly.

“You can borrow mine!” Harry offered. “We’ll share!”

Neville shook his head frantically. “No, you know what, I’m fine with Gran. Really.” He said.

The three teens laughed.

“Anyway, don’t tell anyone, because Dumbledore still doesn’t know he’s my father. And we don’t want him to know. Not just yet.” Harry said solemnly.

“Well, he won’t hear it from me!” Hermione said.

Neville shook his head. “Me neither.” He confirmed.

“Great!” Harry said. “Now let’s get down there and see the damage.” He said sombrely.

They went down to find Ron sitting alone, fuming.

Dean and Seamus came over. “What’s with Ron? He tried to tell us what was the matter, but he couldn’t quite get the words out. Started babbling instead.” Seamus said.

Harry snorted. “That’s because it’s not his secret to spill.” He gave Hermione and Neville a look that clearly meant, ‘See? I knew this would happen.’

Dean shrugged. “Whatever your secret is, Harry, we know you’ll tell us when it’s time. And we can wait.” He said, patting Harry on the back before they walked away.

“Anyway, I have potions work to get done. He’ll kill me if I don’t get it in on time.” Harry said, getting his work out.

“Well, it’s good to see he’s not favouring you.” Hermione said.

“Of course not.” Harry muttered. “I’m not a Slytherin.”

Neville chuckled quietly.

“Should get re-sorted.” Harry added.

Hermione frowned. “Oh, don’t do that!” She said. “We’d miss you!”

Harry looked at Neville, who nodded his agreement. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll stick with you guys.” He said. “Besides, I’m comfortable here. The Slytherin dorms are cold.”
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